When I was young and strong,
I ran the streets till the lights were gone.
When I was young and strong,
I smoked the cigarettes till I could not sing.
Now I'm looking down and waiting,
When the time will come for me to run.
There's a world full of hate,
A world full of tears,
And a world full of crime.
A world full of lies,
Where the good man goes by,
And the bad man wins.
